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The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus. But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom. "Special favor," I pleaded. "All the kids drive."

When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books in the locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot, excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. Free!

It doesn't matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off -- going too fast. Taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrible jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream.

Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldn't feel anything.

Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head! I can't be dead. I'm only 17. I've got a date tonight. I'm supposed to grow up and have a wonderful life. I haven't lived yet. I can't be dead!

Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, "Yes, he is my son."

The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. Some of my buddies ware crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.

Please -- somebody -- wake me up! Get me out of here! I can't bear to see my mom and dad so broken up. My grandparents are so racked with grief they can hardly walk. My brothers and sisters are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze, everybody. No one can believe this. And I can't believe it, either.

Please don't bury me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing and dance. Please don't put me in the ground. I promise if you give me one more chance, God, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance!

Please, God, I'm only 17!

..one thing I notice about most my Motorcycle Chums, is their strict observance of indicated speed limits through countryside Villages, etc,.....
...we know it makes sense...even if the impatient, overtaking, Motorists don't!......!

..one thing I notice about most my Motorcycle Chums, is their strict observance of indicated speed limits through countryside Villages, etc,.....
...we know it makes sense...even if the impatient, overtaking, Motorists don't!......!

I have to admit, that I probably drive a little faster than I should on open roads. I drive on some loverly country roads on the way to work. Very wide and open with great visibility....I know it is no excuse, but stay with me. Now, I overtake a few cars and get to the villages, I am right on the nail as far as the speed limit for the village is concerned. Then I have the car that I have overtaken tail gating me through said village because I am too slow. 20kph over the limit on the open road or 20kph over the limit through a village or built up area. Both are speeding, but both carry a very different risk.
On another note, new bikers, they are limited to the power of a bike until the age of 24 (in Europe), but you can pass your driving test and jump right into daddies Porsche if he is mad enough to let you or as more normal, a hot hatch. Why not an engine size limit of new car drivers too?

Matt